Sitting on the floor of this fucking bedroomI will use the knife to cut myself wide openCutting through the meat produces such searing painBleeding out on rags, everything turns crimsonPushing through the pain, I hope for one more vesselBurst another artery to help myself feel aliveI don't know if this could ever fucking endA product of your hate, it feels so much betterHoping for a climax to get through the dayLooking to the candles, I pour some wax on the woundsNothing like adding fire to the flamesIt can feel so good, tearing through the fleshNext comes the chord so that I can choke myselfAutoerotic asphyxiationSqueezing the breath out of my lungsPushing for an orgasm to make this perfectPlease don't let me come down from this perfect highYou could never make me feel so goodOne more touch and I am ready to burstOne more night, one more storyJust another page of this masochist's journal